Chapter 424
Jin Chaochao shook her head, "No! I won't auction these nine paintings. I'm going to sell them on the street for 90 yuan per painting. These paintings will find their destined owners and bring them good luck."
Yan's mother was puzzled, "What does this mean?"
"This is the guidance of heaven. As for what it means, I still don't understand it."
Yan's mother suddenly clapped her hands and said with a smile, "I see. You should sell the paintings at a low price. This way, ordinary people can afford them and it will also give ordinary people some opportunities."
"Yes and no, let's just do it first. We can talk about the future later."
Go back from the shop.
Yan's mother was in the studio preparing the brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and paints needed for painting.
Jin Chaochao flipped through Xuanmen's painting books.
Since it was the ancestors' instructions, the content of her paintings was mainly based on the patterns left by the Xuanmen.
She would make the old patterns more vivid in her own way, and then give the paintings luck. As long as one stayed with the paintings for a long time, the paintings would play their role and help others get rich or have good fortune.
When Fu Tingyuan learned that Jin Chaochao was going to paint, he was very excited. "Wife, I'm free tomorrow. Can I watch you paint?"
If possible, he could also help her grind the ink.
He found that being with Jin Chaochao was very helpful in improving his character and he could feel happy even if he did nothing.
It seemed that as long as he was with her, his mind could reach a state of emptiness, and all the anger, depression and irritability disappeared.
Jin Chaochao nodded with a smile, "Of course, I'll be even happier if you can accompany me."
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The next morning.
Jin Chaochao ate breakfast alone in the courtyard.
After breakfast, she bathed, changed her clothes, and went to the ancestral hall to burn incense in front of the portrait of the ancestor.
She came to the studio only after the incense burning was over.
Pens, ink, paper, inkstone, paints and brushes are all ready.
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Jin Chaochao decided to draw a picture of delivering a child first.
The picture of delivering a child should not be too long. The rice paper used is similar to that used for New Year pictures. There are two children in the picture, one boy and one girl, holding gold ingots in their hands and standing on lotus flowers. Behind them are brilliant light and auspicious clouds gathering.
Fu Tingyuan stood by and watched, and saw that Jin Chaochao seemed to have reached a state of unity with destiny.
When she paints, she seems to close off her other senses, with her eyes focused only on the painting.
The painter writes with such ease that with just a few strokes he can outline the structure of the entire picture and make the characters look lifelike.
When coloring, the pigments she mixed were brighter, and at first glance, they seemed more colorful than printed photos.
It only took Jin Chaochao one hour to finish the painting of delivering a child.
She put down the pen, and Fu Tingyuan saw that her forehead was sweating, so he took out a handkerchief to wipe it for her.
"You must be tired. Have some tea and take a rest." Fu Tingyuan was beside Jin Chaochao, and his skills in making tea were getting better and better.
These days, he knows exactly how to brew all kinds of tea.
Jin Chaochao nodded, "Drawing this does take a lot of energy, let's take a break."
The two sat down at the tea table next to the studio.
Yan's mother helped Jin Chaochao spread the finished paintings on the table to dry.
She asked curiously, "Miss, why is this boy holding a gold ingot in his hand?"
Jin Chaochao explained: "Since I drew a picture of a child, this child will be born with good fortune. In the best case, he will be blessed for the rest of his life. Even if he is not so lucky, he will never lack food or clothing."
Hearing this, Yan's mother was surprised and said, "No wonder the young lady spent so much mental energy, so that's why."
Fu Tingyuan was shocked, "Is it possible?"
Jin Chaochao explained, "People in the Xuanmen can spy on the secrets of heaven, balance fortune and disaster, and bestow blessings. They give us rights and also give us unique destinies."
For example: If she doesn't marry Fu Tingyuan, she will not be able to make up for her missing fate, and she is destined to live a life of poverty.
No matter how well she performed her mission, it could not change her fate.
Grandma calculated her fate and changed her destiny.
In the future, if there is someone among her younger generations who can inherit the tradition, she will also deduce her fate and make up for the deficiencies in her destiny.
This is the unspoken love among the elders.
This day time.
Jin Chaochao created a total of four paintings.
Her mental energy was also severely depleted, and she only recovered after drinking a pot of ginseng tea in the evening.
The next day, she continued to create.
After three days in a row, she was exhausted.
Fortunately, all nine pictures are completed.
The pictures of a house full of children and grandchildren and a peaceful and prosperous country are the longest and most time-consuming.
Jin Chaochao spent a whole day painting these two pictures.
It took seven days to frame all the paintings.
The nine paintings were placed in the studio, and even Fu Tingyuan, a layman, could feel the enormous energy contained in them.
He unfolded the map of wealth and felt that all the gold in the painting seemed to jump into his pocket.
At just one glance, he loved it.
"Can you give this to me?" Fu Tingyuan turned around and smiled at Jin Chaochao.
Jin Chaochao rolled her eyes at him and said, "That's definitely not possible. You're already so rich, don't be greedy."
"Hahaha!" Fu Tingyuan laughed, "It seems that you are very sure of me, so I don't want it."
"Take more time to rest. The more wealth you have, the greater the responsibility you will shoulder. You don't need a lot of money to live a good life." Jin Chaochao said, then took Fu Tingyuan's hand and said, "Let's go sell paintings together later."
Fu Tingyuan smiled dotingly and said, "Where to sell it? I'll ask someone to prepare it."
"No need to prepare, let's go to the intersection of the pedestrian street to sell them." Jin Chaochao made up her mind.
Fu Tingyuan drove the car to the door himself, and Yan Ma and Jin Chaochao each carried a painting out of the door.
There are many people on the pedestrian street during the day on Saturday.
Everyone was there to go shopping, so they gathered in groups of three or four, chatting and laughing.
Jin Chaochao found a suitable position and spread a piece of cloth on the ground.
All the scrolls were placed on the cloth, with a sign in front of them saying, "Paintings for sale for 90 yuan each."
Thousands of people passed by, but no one came forward to ask.
The sun was very strong at noon, so Fu Tingyuan ordered people to bring parasols to provide shade for their small stall.
"Why don't you go home and wait for me? These paintings may not be sold so quickly." Jin Chaochao said. Although it is selling paintings, in fact it is just waiting for the right person.
Maybe they will be sold out in two or three days, or maybe they won’t be sold even after ten days or half a month.
She sells on this street today, and will move to another place tomorrow.
Fu Tingyuan handed her a glass of iced juice and said, "I'll accompany you. I believe we can sell the paintings soon."
The two sat in front of the stall, holding iced juice.
Yan's mother has been sent back.
Just as they finished drinking the juice, a middle-aged man in a white T-shirt and black shorts came over.
He stared at the clothes on Fu Tingyuan and Jin Chaochao. They were obviously very valuable. He didn't know which wealthy family they belonged to.
He looked down at the scrolls on the stall, squatted down and asked, "Is it really 90 per painting?"
What a bad drawing this must be, he thought to himself.
The value of this scroll and rice paper is no less than tens of thousands of yuan, but after the painting is finished, it is only worth 90 yuan.
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